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19.


This is the meal equally set—this is the meat for natural hunger;
It is for the wicked just the same as the righteous—I make appointments with all; 365
I will not have a single person slighted or left away;
The kept-woman, sponger , thief, are hereby invited;
The heavy-lipp’d slave is invited—the venerealee is invited:
There shall be no difference between them and the rest.
[19.1]

This is the press of a bashful hand—this is the float and odor of hair; 370
This is the touch of my lips to yours—this is the murmur of yearning ;
This is the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face;
This is the thoughtful merge of myself, and the outlet again.
[19.2]

Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?
Well, I have—for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has. 375
[19.3]

Do you take it I would astonish ?
Does the daylight astonish? Does the early redstart , twittering through the woods?
Do I astonish more than they?
[19.4]

This hour I tell things in confidence ;
I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you. 380
[19.5]

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